Enough foreplay, time to get right to the action. With an alluring smile spreading across your face, you begin to peel the skintight swimwear off your curvaceous form. A small bit of drool accumulates at the edge of your mouth as the swimsuit reveals your breasts, and you glance up for a moment to see a perverted stare plastered on the face of the normally composed Misty. You quickly wipe your mouth and continue the strip tease, turning around and bending over to get a nice last view of your ass in spandex before the suit slid down your legs. You turn back around and step out of the discarded swimsuit, and were now looking at the Cerulean Gym Leader in all her naked glory.
"Ohoooo, mama~" One hand goes up and you gently caress your nude breast, feeling that pillowy softness that is just heaven against your dainty hand. You begin the massage the fleshy mound softly, and you let out a coo as the sensations it brings begins to bring a moistness between your legs. Your other hand meanwhile, slides down your well toned stomach, and you feel satisfaction in the strong core strength you now possessed. Finally your dainty fingers reach their final destination, and brush your soft womanhood.
Immediately you feel an electric shock course through you, and let out a quiet moan. Oh, that felt good. Your hand continued, rubbing at the lips of your newfound femininity whilst occasionally stroking against the clitoris. That's when the real fun began. You draw in a sharp breath, and exhale a husky moan, all the while your other hand continued to massage your breast, now flicking your hardened nipples which increased the level of pleasure. You plunged your fingers in deeper, and your breath is now coming in gasps between deep lustful moans. Your knees buck, and you find yourself laying on the floor, too rocked in a world of pleasure to keep focused on anything else.
You feel the pleasure building to a climax, and drool streams down your cheek as your fingers work ravenously. You let a girlish squeal as your body convulses, tenses up as you come to your climax. Now out of breath, you simply lay on the floor of the gym's change room panting and smiling devilishly to yourself.
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